Lyrics

There's a dancehall there

Where the sick folks go

Like the olden days on the Barbary Coast

There's a barefoot child playing in the rain

You can sell your wares even if they're hot

In the great bizarre or the parking lot

Cause it takes a while to know who to blame

I might have a taste cause the first one's free

And the checkout girl's got a thing for me

And they're both as sweet as the day is long

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